me from surrendering myself to what I saw。
Naturally; I was disappointed to find myself observing more with my mind
than with my heart; despite the great luck of having Allah; in His munificence;
grant me the chance to have my fill of this legendary book before the velvet
curtain of darkness descended over my eyes—the divine grace bestowed upon
all great miniaturists。 By the time the light of dawn reached the Treasury;
which had gradually begun to resemble an icy tomb; I’d gazed upon each of
the 259 pictures in this superlative book。 Since I looked with my mind; allow
me once more to categorize; as if I were an Arab scholar interested only in
reasoning:
1。 Nowhere could I locate a horse with nostrils that resembled what the
wretched murderer had drawn: Not among the variously colored horses that
Rüstem encountered while pursuing horse thieves in Turan; not among
Feridun Shah’s extraordinary horses which swam the Tigris after the Arab
Sultan had denied him permission to do so; not among the gray horses
sorrowfully watching Tur’s treachery in beheading his younger brother Iraj; of
whom he was jealous because their father; while doling out his territory; gave
the best country; Persia; and far away China to Iraj; while leaving only the
western lands to Tur; not among the horses of the heroic armies of Alexander
that included Khazars; Egyptians; Berbers and Arabs; all equipped with armor;
iron shields; indestructible swords and glimmering helmets; not the fabled
horse that killed Shah Yazdgird—whose nose bled perpetually as a result of the
divine punishment for rebelling against God’s fate—by trampling him on the
shores of the green lake whose restorative waters eased his affliction; and not
among the hundreds of mythical and perfect horses all drawn by six or seven
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miniaturists。 Yet; there was still more than one entire day ahead of me in
which to examine the other books in the Treasury。
2。 There’s a claim that has been a persistent topic of gossip among master
illuminators for the last twenty…five years: With the express permission of the
Sultan; an illustrator entered this forbidden Treasury; found this spectacular
book; opened it and by candlelight copied into his sketchbook examples of a
number of exquisite horses; trees; clouds; flowers; birds; gardens and scenes of
war and love for later use in his work…Whenever an artist created an amazing
and exceptional piece; jealousy prompted such gossip from the others; who
sought to belittle the picture as nothing but Persian work from Tabriz。 Back
then; Tabriz was not Ottoman territory。 When such slander was directed at
me; I felt justifiably angry; yet secretly proud; but when I heard the same